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Chapter 33 Church and Confession

Echoes of the Wasteland Echo Chapter 33: Church and Confession Holding the small coin that was perfectly and delicately carved by mechanical craftsmanship, Wright thought that he should have put on the three-story house he rented from the city of Socra.

A few pieces of clothing in the dusty old mahogany wardrobe.

A dirt-resistant pure black cheap sweater, worth 15 Singapore cents. A gray-black style coat made of chemical fabric and cheap cotton, worth 20 cents. There is also a pair of gray-black trousers, worth 25 cents.

Yuan.

Wright tore off the medical tape left behind after the infusion on his hand, pulled out the heavy khaki military backpack from under the white hospital bed, and took out the above-mentioned pieces of common clothing.

In Wright's memory fragments, the residents of the wasteland are naturally afraid of the army or the guards. Although most of them act according to orders and have the power to kill, the most worthless thing in the wasteland is cheap life. Fear

It will forever linger over the heads of all ordinary, hopeless humans.

Like a sword of Damocles!

In short, after Wright endured the double pain left over from fighting and using the red magic source power in the past few days and changed his clothes, he finally felt an aura that was incompatible with the wasteland.

Life, the breath of life. This is life, not a battle, not a war. It would be great if the order of the wasteland world could be completely rebuilt.

Those lost ones and the unintentional people have all been wiped out. No, it would be better if they could cooperate to achieve some kind of orderly balance. If human beings are always huddled in a dark stronghold waiting to fend for themselves, it would be better to be devoured by the unintentional people.

Human beings, an intelligent race that transcends all living things, should have an endless spirit of exploration. For example, if you are like me, if you lie down one day, you will lose hope.

Wright complained in his heart, and by the way, he found a black mask left when Brett came to visit the ward yesterday, pulled out the elastic band and hung it on his ears, and double-checked whether it completely covered his mouth and nose.

"This is the correct way to wear a mask." Wright smiled bitterly.



In previous years, March of the New Lunar Calendar was the season when spring generally arrived in the Zine Empire. Since it is located in the western part of the continent, most of the country has a temperate zone climate and a temperate continental climate. The white and black snow on the dim streets has begun to accumulate.

It is initially melting, but the dark and gloomy sky seems to be hinting at the coming of a violent storm.

Wright deliberately bypassed the area where doctors and military members gathered in the temporary hospital in Migov Town. After all, he was currently suspected of being contaminated by the "burning fluid" of an unintentional person, and might become a superpower or a monster from other hostile forces.

, so it’s better to have less contact with people.

There are not many people in the wasteland who are trustworthy. Presumably, if my body does not possess the extraordinary power of red magic source that is difficult for me to understand, I am afraid that it will not be of much use to George and Yato, and it will not be used by them.

Yatuo touched that power again and again.

Now I have a preliminary understanding of professions, magic source power, promotion, sequence groups, and the sequence core that Moros briefly mentioned.

Moreover, he passed the test of ordering cards. According to Moros's description, he should belong to the upper-level profession [Order]. However, apart from Natasha, the crazy woman, the specific information may only be the same as that of the Tenin sect or Yato.

Only by contacting the lost can we understand.

Moreover, there seems to be a big problem with his psychology. If it is not the influence of the red magic source, then it is some kind of disease carried by Wright's body itself? Or is it an abnormality caused by two souls sharing one body?

probably not.

Wright shook his head as he walked with difficulty, enduring the pain, and thinking in the shadow of the church and the makeshift hospital.

After all, he must have been in a state of extreme despair when he traveled through time. If he committed suicide, he would have completely given up the meaning of his existence.

When the soul loses the meaning of its existence, it will not exist again. It can only be forgotten and return to the universe to become a part of the eternal power of the Creator.

This is part of the words recorded in the "Hidden Book" about the Creator.

Maybe it was just because the few days in Sogra were too depressing? That caused me to repeatedly enter strange dreams?

A second guess flashed through Wright's mind.

Maybe yes, the pastor of the church can do some confession. If the rules of this world are similar to the rules of the previous world that were popular in the Western world, finding a pastor to confess and repent will probably not reveal anything.

The church in Migov Town is located near the temporary hospital. Although the straight line distance between the two buildings is not far away, due to the large influx of injured military members and the fact that some people were infected by the caustic fluid and were on the verge of mutation, the hospital could only move from

To enter and exit from the front, you need to bypass a large number of green belts, which is a waste of time.

Although Wright, as a member of the Socra Guards, is not legally restricted from traveling when he is not on military duty, he still needs to conduct identity verification at a temporary access statistics point set up with a white tent at the entrance of the hospital.

"It's really troublesome, but it's necessary."

After taking over the resident card, which was made of cardboard and still had spots of offset ink, and the newly issued Guard member card, Wright "praised" in his heart.

After all, it only took half an hour for the two temporary statisticians at the temporary statistics point, who were in green coats and looked like older men in their sixties, to register him alone.

Standing in front of the Migov church with a white style as the base, dark green and gray blue as the foil, half a dome style with a rusted metal cross, and half a steeple style with a brass cross,

Wright once thought he was in time travel.

The left half is similar to the style of Notre Dame de Paris in the previous world, and the right half is similar to Hagia Sophia. The churches in this world seem to be a blend of the two styles. Do humans here also believe in God?

However, after Wright pushed open the small black-gray church door on the side, the scenery inside was completely different from what he thought in his heart.

Although there is a unique holy tent in the narrow and closed space that separates the main courtyard and the altar, the shape is similar to the style of most of the Zine Empire and the old Crusted Empire in Wright's memory fragments.

But the entire church was filled with darkness and gloom. Except for the faint light of a candle in the skylight and the podium where the central pastor stood, everything was pitch black.

The huge holy screen next to it enshrines not the golden god in the legendary sense, but the main god who is mainly pitch black.

A giant octopus with seven or eight claws and scarlet eyes, a monster with only four or five eyeballs connected by nerves, a humanoid monster with a human body and lower limbs made of tentacles that are chained, and another one wearing black

The dark old god whose cloak seems to lurk behind all monsters.

Perhaps the purpose of the church in this world has undergone some kind of age-appropriate distortion? Or is this just the personal work of some madman?

Wright "appreciated" the screen and thought and read it carefully. At some point, a strong figure wearing a pure black Western-style holy robe quietly appeared behind him.

"This confused gentleman?"

"Ah, who?" Wright exclaimed.

"I am the priest here, John Sugra. This is my business card." As he said that, John handed Wright the business card printed on a typewriter and full of Zintian language.

"It scared me to death. I haven't recovered yet." Wright patted his chest, trying to suppress his violently beating heart.

"I am a registered priest in the Zhenye Empire. The bishop's church here currently only has me and one, um, my daughter. As you know, the town of Migov is just a small town under Chekavsk.

The town will probably be revoked in a few days, so it’s deserted here." John explained.

"Bishop? By the way, is he the god of your church?" Wright pointed to the holy screen curiously.

"So be it. In fact, the real High Priest collapsed before the New Year, and what we left behind are just heretics. Fortunately, the Zine Empire is very tolerant of religion. There are too many confused humans in the wasteland, and they need the right guidance.

, isn't it? By the way, sir, can you tell me your identity and the purpose of coming here? I can see a little different atmosphere in you." The tall John said to Wright in a respectful tone.

"Uh, my name is Wright. You can just call me Wright. I want to make a confession...and a confession. I have encountered a lot of weird things, and I have been having nightmares recently. The doctor can only prescribe some medicine to treat me. I want to

If you really need to solve your psychological problems, you need to come here." Wright told the truth as much as possible, although he concealed something.

"Then please come with me." John said in a sharp voice, pointing to the exclusive confession room of the church nearby.

It was dark and dim, with a faint candlelight, and it seemed that the candles were cheap.

This was Wright's first feeling when he entered the small, closed confessional.

Due to the changes in the wasteland world, there are no other items in the confessional except for a partition that formally separates the two people, leaving only a small mouth for communication, and except for two cheap fake leather-covered chairs.

It's dark, spooky, and even a little weird. Maybe this place will make me contract mental illness.

Wright complained in his heart.

But then, after sitting down in the space with flickering gray candlelight, John opposite Wright asked in a sharp voice:

"Confused mankind, how confused you are, and you need answers from the Lord and the Lord God."

It looks quite formal and uses ancient vocabulary from the Zine Empire.

After Wright coughed twice, he looked into John's brown pupils and replied:

"I'm confused. I'm troubled by questions that, if I can't find the answers to them, may lead me to insanity and madness. First of all, I want to tell you some of the secrets and doubts in my heart, hoping that the Lord will keep them secret for me."

"The Lord will keep it a secret for you, kid, just tell me." John glanced at Wright's pure black pupils and said.

"As a member of the Socra Guard, I was supposed to believe in steam and science, but I inadvertently came into contact with information about the power of magic. I met a woman named Natasha who I shouldn't have met. I heard that

I heard a lot of things I shouldn't have heard, so now I often fall into a dark and confused dream." Wright said, covering his head with his hands and shaking it vigorously a few times.

"Natasha?" John was startled and thought:

"Isn't this the elite lost person of the Tenyin sect who was executed by Sogra City? This black-eyed boy named Wright is actually related to him? Could it be that he is a lost person hidden in the human army? Or is he someone she saw?

The superpower in the film? Natasha and Yato are both core members of the Tenin sect. Maybe this boy has some kind of relationship with Yato?"

Thinking of this, John cleared his throat and asked:

"What things have you heard that you shouldn't have heard, and what have you seen in your dreams? In addition to the women you mentioned that you shouldn't have seen, have you ever met any strange human beings? Only after knowing these, will the Lord guide you.

.”

"Yeah," Wright nodded and said:

"I dreamed of a woman, and even hallucinated melodious music. In the dream, the woman said that she was a mechanical god. She told me that I should use the magic source power rationally, and there were also unexplained rules for extraordinary promotion. It was strange.

A person should be a lost person. He came to me three times and said he was a [tempter]."

"[Seducer]?" John was startled, and then he "understood" something and thought:

"This boy should be a friend of Natasha or Yato. Since the magic source power and [Seducer] profession are mentioned, he must be the boy favored by the Tenyin sect. Perhaps he has a powerful magic source power that can surpass the gods.

Maybe they are interested in a person with superpowers who has entered an upper-level profession? Maybe he already has the ability to peer into the realm of gods, or has the power to surpass the Lost One, so Natasha and the others are interested in this boy."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! John's Adam's apple moved, his hands trembled slightly unconsciously, and he thought:

"Yes, people from the Tenyin sect rarely take the initiative to contact humans. This young man who seems to be a member of the human army may, no, must have extraordinary power. Perhaps his magic source power has surpassed any of the lost ones.

A man of magic. His physical strength or mental strength also surpasses the lost ones like Yato, who are mainly spiritually bound. And he just mentioned that he has been falling into dreams recently, and may even have contacted gods. Maybe he already has

He has the powerful ability to kill the Lost at will. Perhaps he is in the army just to hide himself, and then cooperates with the Teng Yin sect to find the "Daughter of the Tool Yuan", the god of the Silent Highlands, so as to obtain the core promotion. Even... Teng Yin

The future successor chosen by the sect and the group of the lost?”

"Well, Pastor... Sir, can you answer two confusing questions for me?" Wright asked, not deliberately paying attention to John's silence.

He felt something strange about John, and felt that he seemed to know something extraordinary and mysterious.

"Yes, sir, of course." John wiped the sweat from his forehead with a white handkerchief, and then he imagined the cold murderous aura exuding from Wright's body.

"Perhaps this young man named Wright is indeed confused. He was asked by Yato or Natasha earlier. I have to be careful. The lost are always irritable. If this young man is more terrifying than the lost,

, is equivalent to the devil, then wouldn’t I be turned into a puddle of ashes on the spot?”

While he was "imagining" Wright's "powerful power", in the dim confession room, Wright handed a 25-cent copper coin to John through the small window and said with a little respect:

"Mr. John, I forgot to pay the fee just now. It is 0.25 Singapore dollars. There should be no need to issue a ticket stub."

"No... no need." John said in an almost trembling voice, not daring to reach out and touch the delicate copper coin.

Immediately afterwards, Wright's low, monster-like voice came to his ears:

"There are two things I want to know. If you know them, please tell me, Lord."

"First, what is [Order]?"

"Second, what kind of existence is the so-called red magic source power? Of course, if you don't know, I hope you can abide by the rules and not reveal my secrets."

"[Order]? Red magic source power?" John repeated in a trembling voice.

I almost fell onto the cold marble floor.


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